I tell people, "I'm okay."
As a coping mechanism.
As a way to push people away.

the average cost of a funeral is
$8,515

death is unaffordable for me

put me in  big oblong cardboard box

2 feet by 3 feet by 6 feet

packing list enclosed

fragile (not really)
      please handle with care

keep upright

       or

supine

send me to the
grande vide

postage due

The sun in morning sits
Not to peak soon
Yet dawn is past
I've waken from slumber
And cheer the rising sun
Wanting sun's noon
Unknowing at set
I will wish
For my dawn back

You tuck my hair behind my ear
I tuck that memory in my pocket

now my hair falls in my face
sight compromised
because you're not there

wet salty hair

I am pathetic
I will fall for anyone
Who is nice to me.

words that intertwine
in someone’s mind
for how they’re feeling
within time
a poem is

“i am a god!”
he yelled
with shaking fists
and a beat-red face.
his knees scabbed
and his blood flowing freely
onto the cemented ground.

she stared down at him,
eyebrow quirked
and a hint of a smile.
sword pointed
and ready for battle.
“you may be a god,
but i am hades.
and i bow to no one.”